I feel the warmth of his body. Oh damn Samer how I missed you and your manly touch, I was thinking to myself. He starts biting my ear as I feel his ha...d going gently into my pants and underwear. I grab his hand and stop him. Whispering, I tell him to stop confusing me. He just fights my hand away as it is the dumbest thing he's ever heard and pushes his hand deeper in, with his fingers grabbing my ass cheeks and subsequently touching my hole. As he pushes himself closer on to me, he forces his. The term "turning out," is one that cuts across prison and free world. It implies two things: a transformation, and servitude. On the streets it generally means that a free woman contracts herself to a man for whom she will dedicate her life to selling herself as a prostitute to make money for him. It is fundamentally a master/slave relationship made either willingly or unwillingly. The turn out will be renamed by her pimp - given a street name - and serve him for as long as the conditions. One evening after me and Mike had spent the day together working on digging up a large water pipe and making a repair on the line that serviced everybody at a major apartment complex. Since the day had been extremely hot I was sweaty muddy wet and extremely tired from digging all day. Neither Mike nor myself had eaten lunch and any sort of food would have been good by me. Mike telephones his house --- by way of pay phone --- and his wife had said for me to follow him home in my work. ...and lipstick??????!!!!!Was he here to replace me?was he a threat? Was he gunna be competition with the girls?I had a lot of questions, only two things seemed obvious............One....I was attracted, hell he looked more like a hot goth girl than any guy..........and two.....Nick....my boss.....he was up to something....I interrupted the girls jabbering, “ Hey.... Im the assistant manager, just call me Daxx, welcome to our little corner of hell” I laughed “ I guess we'll start your training.